Twisted Around
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cloud/Vincent
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Adult ++
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cloud/Vincent
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
1,891
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own any part of Final Fantasy and do not make any money from this work.
1
When there was no Vincent in the bed in the morning, Cloud began to worry.Where was he?
"Vincent?" Cloud called out.
Cloud stood and noticed the closed bathroom door. He walked over to it, calling the gunman's name, but he heard nothing. After a quick hello, he knocked. To no answer. The blond tried the knob and found the door unlocked. The door swung open, revealing a dark and obviously Vincent-free room.
"Hello? Vince?" Cloud nervously flicked on the light.
And gasped.
While Vincent was not there, it was obvious he had been.
The sink was red with fresh blood, not yet dry. Cloud stumbled to it, reaching out to catch himself. His hand gripped the sink, sliding on the wet blood. He held his breath as he stood straight.
"What did you do to yourself, Vincent?" Cloud tore out of the room, wiping the blood on a now-soiled towel. He dropped it as he wrenched the hotel room door open. He had to find Vincent.
-T.B.C.-
Short, I know. I'm sorry! The next bit will be better.
"Vincent?" Cloud called out.
Cloud stood and noticed the closed bathroom door. He walked over to it, calling the gunman's name, but he heard nothing. After a quick hello, he knocked. To no answer. The blond tried the knob and found the door unlocked. The door swung open, revealing a dark and obviously Vincent-free room.
"Hello? Vince?" Cloud nervously flicked on the light.
And gasped.
While Vincent was not there, it was obvious he had been.
The sink was red with fresh blood, not yet dry. Cloud stumbled to it, reaching out to catch himself. His hand gripped the sink, sliding on the wet blood. He held his breath as he stood straight.
"What did you do to yourself, Vincent?" Cloud tore out of the room, wiping the blood on a now-soiled towel. He dropped it as he wrenched the hotel room door open. He had to find Vincent.
-T.B.C.-
Short, I know. I'm sorry! The next bit will be better.